Michael’s pov I sat beside Jessica’s hospital bed, holding her hand gently as she slept. Her heart condition had taken a severe toll on her, and watching her struggle was painful. I adjusted her pillows and smoothed her hair, my mind swirling with worry and affection. Despite everything, I couldn’t ignore the feelings I had for her. Suddenly, the sound of ambulance sirens cut through the calm, jolting me from my thoughts. I glanced at the door, my heart rate quickening. Moments later, a nurse burst in, her face pale with urgency."Dr. Thompson, you're needed in the ER. There's been an emergency."I squeezed Jessica’s hand one last time before rushing out of the room. My mind raced as I made my way to the ER, wondering what kind of case awaited me. When I arrived, the scene that greeted me made my heart drop.Emma and Lily were huddled together, crying hysterically while clutching Daniel’s unmoving body. Blood pooled beneath him, and the sight was gut-wrenching. I felt a wave of drea
Emma’s pov The incessant beeping of the machines in the ICU became a cruel reminder of the fragility of life. I sat beside Daniel’s bed, my hand clutching his, my heart heavy with guilt and sorrow. The sterile smell of antiseptics filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of flowers from a bouquet someone had left. I hadn't slept in days. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the warehouse, the gunshot, Daniel lying still on the ground. My mind was a whirlwind of regret and fear. I whispered to him, my voice trembling. “I’m so sorry, Daniel. I should have protected you. Please, come back to us.” Michael visited often, checking on Daniel, providing updates. His presence was a strange comfort, a reminder that not everyone was lost. Yet, every time he entered the room, I saw the conflict in his eyes—a blend of professional duty and personal longing. Just as I began to doze off, a commotion erupted. A beautiful woman stormed into the ICU with fury. I recognized her at first glance
The tension in the air was palpable as David pored over the reports from the warehouse incident. Something didn’t add up. The meticulous nature of the attack, the precision with which it had been executed—this wasn’t the work of a random thug. It was the work of someone with a personal vendetta and resources to back it up.David had been working tirelessly, his team combing through every detail. He replayed the security footage, scrutinized the transcripts of phone calls, and followed every lead. His instincts told him there was a deeper connection, and he was determined to uncover it.After hours of investigation, David finally stumbled upon a crucial piece of information. One of the henchmen had a known affiliation with a powerful figure—Roger, Daniel’s uncle. Roger had a notorious reputation and a history of involvement in criminal activities. He was after the assets that were rightfully inherited by Daniel and had been scheming against him, threatening him with his assets, his sha
Emma knew that in order to move forward, she needed to address the trauma that Lily had endured. The kidnapping had left deep scars, and Emma was determined to help her daughter heal. She scheduled an appointment with Dr. Ellen Hart, the psychologist who had helped their family during the tumultuous times of divorce and relocation.The day of the appointment, Emma and Lily walked into Dr. Hart’s cozy office. The walls were adorned with colorful drawings, and a shelf was filled with toys and books. Dr. Hart greeted them warmly, her gentle demeanor immediately putting Lily at ease."Lily, it’s nice to see you again. Why don’t you pick a toy, and we can have a chat?" Dr. Hart suggested.Lily chose a stuffed bunny and sat down next to her mother. "I’m scared," she admitted softly, clutching the bunny tightly.Dr. Hart nodded empathetically. "It’s okay to be scared, Lily. Can you tell me what you’re scared of?"Lily’s eyes filled with tears. "I’m scared I’ll be taken away again. And I miss
David and Emma sat at a small conference table in a quiet corner of the hospital, their focus intense as they reviewed the latest findings. Emma’s heart was pounding as David continued to sift through the documents.“Emma, I’ve been examining Roger’s financial records and email correspondence,” David said, his voice steady but laden with concern. “I’ve uncovered something significant.”Emma leaned forward, her eyes locked on David. “What did you find?”David’s gaze met hers with a mixture of apprehension and determination. “Jessica is deeply involved with Roger’s schemes. She’s been part of fraudulent transactions and covert communications that tie her directly to his plans.”Emma’s eyes narrowed, her mind racing. “I suspected Jessica ever since the warehouse incident and the shady man who tried to kill me. It makes sense now why she was so involved. This complicates things even more.”David nodded. “It does. We need to act quickly.”Emma glanced toward Daniel's hospital room, where h
Michael's POVI stood at the edge of the park, watching Emma, Daniel, and Lily enjoy their afternoon. I had won Jessica back, but the sight of Emma with her family stirred something dark within me. My jaw clenched, and my heart burned with a mix of envy and regret. Emma, who had once been mine, was now slipping further away.I retreated to my car, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. I tried to focus on the victory of winning Jessica back. I dreamed of our passionate night together, the way she whispered my name in the darkness, her body pressing against mine, the fire in her eyes as we moved together. Her voice, seductive and mischievous, echoed in my mind. "You’re mine, Michael," she had said, and I had believed it. But the image of Emma's smile as she played with Lily haunted me. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. “What’s wrong with me?” I muttered to myself, the demonic side of my personality simmering just beneath the surface. I couldn't shake
Emma's POVAs Michael stormed out of the apartment, a wave of unease and fear washed over me. The look in his eyes was that of an obsessive, psychotic person. After seeing Jessica's true colors, the trust I once had in Michael was completely shattered. My mind raced with thoughts of how to deal with his increasingly erratic behavior. I closed the door and leaned against it, my heart pounding in my chest.I needed to calm down. Heading to the bathroom, I turned on the shower, hoping the warm water would wash away my anxiety. As I stood under the spray, memories of Michael's dark gaze kept creeping back. I felt trapped, unsure of how to protect myself and Lily from his madness.When I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and heard a gentle knock at the door. The knock was so soft, it was clear the person knew Lily was asleep and didn’t want to disturb her. I opened the door to find Daniel standing there, his face pale and tense.“Daniel, what’s wrong?” I asked, my hea
Emma's POV I headed to David's office, my mind racing with the latest incident about Jessica’s surgery. As I walked in, a wave of unease washed over me. David didn’t look like his usual self. Sweat was erupting from his face, and his hands were shaking. When he saw me enter, he hastily shoved a stack of documents aside and looked up cautiously. “Emma, what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice strained. I hesitated, feeling like I had come at the wrong time. “I came to inform you about the tampering with the medical equipment for Jessica’s surgery.” David's expression softened slightly, but his eyes remained sharp. “You don’t need to be afraid, Emma. The tampering was my idea.” Shock coursed through me. “What? Why would you do that?” He leaned forward, his gaze intense. “Remember our plan, Emma. I’m creating a scenario to make Jessica think you’re in a vulnerable state. This incident at the hospital is an opportunity for her to put the blame on you. She thinks you're the
Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead. This story is a mix of real-life vibes and make-believe, exploring all kinds of love—whether it’s the love for a parent, a sibling, a friend, or even the complicated, sometimes obsessive kind. What I've realized is that no type of love is superior; they all just... are. And while love can push us to do crazy things, it's not a free pass to mess up and just expect forgiveness. That kind of forgiveness, the kind that really matters, comes from a higher place. I hope my book helps you sort out your own feelings, find some peace, or maybe even close a chapter that's been open too long. Thanks for diving into this journey with me. Here's to finding your peace, whatever that looks like.
**David’d POV** I stand there, by Scarlet’s resting place, with the familiar weight of white roses in my hands—her favorite. It’s a clear morning, the cemetery dappled with sunlight, peaceful and introspective. As I place the flowers down, I can’t help but feel a blend of solace and sorrow, her diary's words echoing in my mind. “Scarlet,” I start, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I’ve read every page you left behind. It’s like having a part of you still here with me, and I’m grateful for that. You always had a way of making the world a bit brighter, even in writing.” I pause, taking a breath as I look around, feeling her presence. “You know, Emma and Daniel are back together. After everything, they’ve found their way back to each other. You worried about them, I know. But they’re happy, truly. Daniel once told me that without her, he’d be lost... an unfinished love story. Well, they’ve got their happy ending now.” My voice falters as I touch the cold stone, a part o
**Daniel’s POV** This morning, I can barely stifle my laughter as Lily, almost six and full of sass, unleashes a spectacular tantrum over her cereal. She’s just found out we got married without her and took a sneaky honeymoon to Santorini. “You guys are the worst secret keepers ever!” she declares, pouting. I try to explain. “Sweetie, you had school, remember? And honestly, it was just a quick vow exchange—super boring, no big party or anything.” She’s not buying it. “But I could’ve skipped school! You think I wanted to do math instead of going to a beach?” Emma jumps in, grinning. “Trust me, you wouldn’t have enjoyed Santorini. We ended up talking to the police more than we swam!” “Yeah, you should thank us. It was a disaster!” I add, chuckling. Lily's not amused. She crosses her arms. “Next time, I’m coming. No more vacations without me.” Emma and I exchange a look, suppressing our laughter as we nod in surrender. “Deal,” we chorus. I hustle to get Lily ready for scho
**David’s POV**Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again.I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.---**Scarlet’s Letter to me:**My dear Bumblebee,As I write this, sitting in the quiet of my unwanted sanctuary, the light of hope is dim, nearly extinguished. Yet there's a strange peace in knowing you’re out there, free from the burden of me. These long years have granted me too much time for reflection, and a painful truth has emerged: I loved you, David. It was never just brotherly love or friendship; it was a calm, steady love that I mistook for mere companionship while I allowed myself to be consumed by Michael's t
**Daniel’s POV** *At the police car* The first streaks of dawn had barely lit up the horizon when Emma and I, handcuffed in the back of a Greek police car, were driving towards the station. The situation was, admittedly, absurd, and Emma's reaction was equally dramatic. "Why, Daniel? Why is every crazy adventure with you ending up with the police?" Emma half-yelled, half-laughed, her annoyance fighting with amusement. "Oh, come on, love. We could charm our way out. I'll start praising their baklava and yoghurt—say it's all Greek, not Turkish!" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. "That's your plan? Really?" Emma was not amused. “Maybe I could add some sugarcoating to their weird alphabet, too?” I kept teasing. "We've been married less than a week, and you're already pushing for an annulment, huh?" "Technically, it'd be called an annulment, yes," I chuckled, winking at her. She lunged at me, stopped only by the seatbelt, while the police officer in the front warned
**Daniel’s POV** Driving Emma straight to my apartment after the marriage ceremony, I can't help but tease her about the neatly arranged belongings all around. She looks around, her confusion melting into a surprised smile when I explain, "I’ve been planning this day with my lovely in-laws for 2 months now." "Why isn’t Lily here then?" she asks, a hint of worry in her tone. I can barely keep the grin off my face as I lean in, whispering the next surprise. "Because, my love, we’re jetting off for a week abroad for our honeymoon." Emma's eyes widen, a mix of excitement and concern dancing in them. "But I need to take annual leave from the hospital," she counters, her voice tinged with anxiety. I put on a sad face, playing up my disappointment. "How can you not trust me with my meticulously arranged plans?" I complain, only half-joking. Her gasp when I tell her everything's been handled is absolutely worth it. "And where exactly are we going?" she probes, curiosity overtaking
**Emma’s POV***A month later*The thrill of feeling like my old self was palpable as I walked through the familiar scenic route of “the plateau” of my high school. It felt like stepping back into a life I'd put on pause, now ready to play at full volume. My phone buzzed, breaking my reverie. It was Dr. Patel, my old boss, and the last person I expected to call me after the way I'd left things."Emma, I've got a proposition for you," Dr. Patel's voice was as brisk and businesslike as ever. "How would you feel about coming back as an endocrine fellow?""But... after everything?" I asked, my brow furrowing."Let's just say I've made some calls. Your record's clear and, frankly, we need you. Are you up for it?" There was a hopeful note in her voice that warmed me a little."Okay, what do I need to do?" My heart started to race with excitement."There’s the Subspecialty Equivalency Examination next month. Pass that, and I’ll talk to the CMO about getting you a spot," she explained."Coun
**Emma’s POV**The sunlight was already high in the sky by the time I managed to peel my eyes open. The room was silent, save for the distant hum of the city outside. I stretched lazily, enjoying the rare luxury of a slow morning, but the sound of the doorbell sliced through the tranquility. Puzzled, I slid out of bed and shuffled toward the sound, my thoughts still tangled in the threads of sleep.Peeking around the corner, I saw Daniel chatting with my mom in hushed tones, the only word I could hear was “passport.” His back was to me, but I could tell by the way he was gesturing that he was excited about something."What's going on?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as I approached.Daniel turned with a start, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Morning, sleepyhead! Just sorting out some paperwork with your mom. Nothing to worry about," he winked, a twinkle in his eye.My mom, ever the conspirator, gave me a knowing look but kept her lips sealed. "Why don't you get ready, dear? Dani
**Emma’s POV**As the wheels of the plane touch down in Istanbul, a wave of nostalgia and relief washes over me. The familiar scent of the sea mingled with the bustling city life fills my lungs, grounding me. "I'm home," I whisper to myself, my heart swelling with a peace I haven't felt in months.The airport is bustling as always, but my focus narrows to the figures of my parents in the distance. As we make our way through the crowd, I spot Lily breaking free from my mother's embrace and sprinting towards me with open arms. "Mommy!" her voice echoes over the chatter, a sweet sound I've missed dearly.I drop to my knees just in time to catch her in a tight hug, lifting her into the air as she giggles. "I missed you so much, little bug," I murmur into her hair."Missed you more," she replies, squeezing me tighter. My parents join us, their faces lined with relief and joy. "Welcome home, Emma," my dad says, his voice thick with emotion as he pulls me into a hug."Did you bring me anyth